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(CONTINUED)
75.
81 CONTINUED:
81CLOSE ON SEVERAL FACES -- these are men we haven't seen
before and probably won't see again, not kings or heroes
but ordinary men preparing for battle.
One warrior prays with eyes closed, mumbling the words,
kneeling in the sand. A second man inspects each
arrowhead in his quiver. A third sits in the sand,
snapping seashells.
82 INT. ACHILLES' TENT - LATER - DAY 82
Achilles sits cross-legged, arms held straight out in
front of him, palms up. His bronze sword is balanced on
his palms.
Patroclus and Eudorus, armored for battle, enter the tent.
Achilles does not look away from his blade. Though the
sword must be heavy, his arms do not tremble.
EUDORUS:
My lord? The army is marching.
ACHILLES:
Let them march. We stay.
EUDORUS:
But the men -
Achilles turns to glare at him and Eudorus falters.
EUDORUS:
-- the men are ready.
ACHILLES:
Agamemnon spat on my honor
yesterday. I promised that girl
her safety and he stole her from
me. Let him fight the Trojans
today.
Eudorus and Patroclus exchange glances. Eudorus bows to
Achilles and exits the tent. Patroclus remains behind.
ACHILLES:
When I was very small I saw my
father kill a man with his bare
hands.
Patroclus doesn't know how to respond to this.
(CONTINUED)
76.
82 CONTINUED:
82ACHILLES:
There's so much blood in a human
body.
Achilles flips the sword in the air and catches it by the
hilt. He examines the edge.
ACHILLES:
You're ready to fight, Patroclus?
PATROCLUS:
I am.
Achilles rests his sword on the ground. He stares at
Patroclus for a moment before speaking.
ACHILLES:
You're ready to kill?
Patroclus hesitates.
ACHILLES:
At night I see their faces. All
the men I've killed. I see them
standing on the far bank of the
River Styx.
(beat)
They're waiting for me.
Patroclus stands absolutely still. He's never heard his
cousin speak this way before.
ACHILLES:
Some nights I walk among them.
When I wake I can still hear their
words.
(beat)
They say, "Welcome, brother."
Achilles inspects the knuckles of his fist.
ACHILLES:
Never hate the men you fight. All
of us are mortals. All of us,
wretched things, tumbled crying
from our mother's loins.
(beat)
Only the gods are free from
sorrows.
PATROCLUS:
I hate no one, cousin.
(CONTINUED)
77.
82 CONTINUED:
(2) 82ACHILLES:
Good.
(beat)
I taught you how to fight. But I
never taught you why to fight.
PATROCLUS:
I fight for you.
ACHILLES:
And who will you follow when I'm
gone?
Patroclus hesitates, unsure how to answer.
ACHILLES:
Most soldiers battle for kings
they've never met. They do what
they're told; they die when they're
told to die.
PATROCLUS:
Soldiers obey.
ACHILLES:
We don't have much time to walk in
the sun, Patroclus. After this
life comes the underworld, an
eternity telling stories to other
shades. Don't tell them you died
following some fool's orders.
PATROCLUS:
And what should I tell them?
ACHILLES:
Tell them your name. If your life
has been worthy, they'll know the
rest.
83 EXT. WALLS OF TROY - DAY 83
One thousand ARCHERS stand in various positions on the
broad city walls, quivers of arrows by their sides.
TROJAN CITIZENS also crowd atop the walls, quiet and
sober.
Priam sits in a grandstand beneath a blue canopy. Seated
by him are CITY LEADERS, including Velius and
Archeptolemus.
Helen stands apart from everyone else. No one is overtly
hostile to her, but behind her back people stare and
whisper.
78.
84 EXT. BATTLEFIELD - CONTINUOUS 84
Below the walls, on the broad field that stretches down
from the city gates, the TROJAN ARMY has amassed. In the
front, Hector and General Glaucus sit astride their
horses.
The soldiers are disciplined and well-outfitted, arranged
in tight formation.
Paris rides out to join Hector. Hector examines Paris's
face.
HECTOR:
Are you sure you want to do this?
PARIS:
I started this war.
Paris searches the faces atop the city wall. He finds
Helen.
CLOSE on Helen. The wind is blowing hard, ruffling her
cloak, her hair. There is love in her eyes, and fear and
exhaustion. Paris stares up at her for a long time before
turning away.
A low, ominous RUMBLE grows steadily louder. Hector hears
it first. He looks down the vast sloping field toward the
sea.
Now the other soldiers hear it, and then the citizens atop
the walls. All speech ceases. The Trojans quietly wait.
The rumbling resolves into the steady beat of WAR DRUMS.
And now we see them, fifty thousand GREEKS. The
reflection of sunlight off fifty thousand bronze shields,
fifty thousand bronze helmets and chest plates, is
spectacular -- the army looks like a river of lava,
flowing uphill.
The Trojan soldiers don't quiver or waver, but the
expressions on their faces betray their anxiety. The
Greek army is more than twice the size of the Trojan army.
79.
85 EXT. WALLS OF TROY - CONTINUOUS 85
The citizens shield their eyes from the brightness. They
exhibit their nervousness more openly than the soldiers.
One OLD WOMAN moans softly, her hand over her mouth.
Patroclus, Eudorus, and the rest of the Myrmidons climb to
the top of a tall bluff near the beach. From here they
can see the broad battlefield a mile away.
87 EXT. BATTLEFIELD - DAY 87
The Greek army halts just beyond arrow range. A
delegation of kings -- Agamemnon, Nestor, Menelaus,
Odysseus, and Ajax -- on CHARIOTS proceeds to the center
of the battlefield.
Odysseus looks over his shoulder and then yells to Ajax.
ODYSSEUS:
Where's Achilles?
87A EXT. BATTLEFIELD BETWEEN ARMIES 87A
Hector and Paris spur their horses and canter out to meet
the Greeks. The brothers speak without looking at each
other.
HECTOR:
Menelaus is a bull. He'll charge
you.
Paris nods.
HECTOR:
He's stronger than you, so try not
to fight him up close. Keep your
distance. Use your quickness.
Paris leans over and tries to spit, but his mouth is too
dry.
HECTOR:
Brother?
Paris, his face ashen, looks at Hector.
HECTOR:
You don't have to do this.
(CONTINUED)
80.
87A CONTINUED:
87AParis shakes his head and continues riding toward
Menelaus.
88 EXT. WALLS OF TROY - DAY 88
Helen, alone, views the battlefield. An old, spotted hand
takes her elbow. She turns and looks into Priam's eyes.
PRIAM:
Sit with me.
Helen follows the king to his grandstand and sits beside
him. She's aware of people staring at them but he seems
oblivious.
PRIAM:
All my life I've prayed against
this day.
HELEN:
Yes, my king.
PRIAM:
Call me father, dear child.
Startled by this affection, she hesitates before
responding.
HELEN:
Forgive me, father. For...
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